Christmas was nigh with temps in the 50s How can this be that the temps rose so quickly? Just yesterday I mused, â€œI was all hunkered down.â€ In my favorite recliner and a comforter of down With a glass full of â€˜nogâ€™ and the fire burning hot Thoughts of venturing outside?â€¦No, I think not! With the now balmy weather I had to take care Of the bees whoâ€™d been clustered in the cold, out there! I knew at that moment, just what to do I grabbed 5 lbs. of sugar and a cup of water too! With those two in hand, plus a bowl and a large wooden spoon My wife added in, â€œPlease honey, please donâ€™t mess up the room!â€ I scoffed at her please, no worries, calm down â€œIâ€™ll be careful, I promise. Seriously, Iâ€™m no clown.â€ I headed to the counter, my ingredients in tow My confidence, my skills in beekeeping Iâ€™ll show Keeping my promise? It wasnâ€™t to be Simply opening the bag sprayed its contents on me And not without trying it seems, I was able To slosh most the water all over the table The bowl was still empty to my growing chagrin I vowed, â€œNo more missing. Let the mixing begin.â€ I filled up the bowl with the remaining sugary bits I mixed and a folded with occasional licks â€œThe worst part is behind meâ€, I started to think Who knew at that moment I was standing on the brinkâ€¦ of throwing the bowl â€˜cross the kitchen with force It wasnâ€™t really a throwâ€¦ It was more of a toss Seems the mess Iâ€™d made prior to mixing had gelled And caused the bowl and the table to weld I pulled and I tugged on the bowl to no avail That one last tug, however, caused the doomed bowl to sail I did try to stop it. I clawed and reacted No matter, my middle aged reflexes werenâ€™t active It flew â€˜cross the kitchen and in time came to rest Walls, counters and floors covered; â€˜twas a terrible mess â€œIt canâ€™t get any worseâ€, I thought as I took in the sight No, not quite. Not by a long shotâ€¦.In walked my wife! Her brow furrowed deeply, arms crossed, foot a-tappinâ€™ I thought, â€œShould have stayed on the couch and got my whole nap in.â€ I looked rather sheepish wooden spoon still in hand I waited, waited, waitedâ€¦ for the coming reprimand But the storm slowly faded from her face. Her muscles tensed a bit less â€œA child Iâ€™ve married. Now Please! Clean up this mess!â€ A sly smile escaped as she took in the sight â€œI guess itâ€™s not that bad Iâ€™ll help you clean it up right.â€ She provided clean towels, a bucket, and even a mop I couldnâ€™t believe she was helping me clean up the slop! With deft quickness she maneuvered from mess to the sink She even paused once or twice to give me a wink â€œYour girlsâ€™ best appreciate my cleaning the mess and the gooâ€ â€œIâ€™m sureâ€, I opined â€œthat they certainly doâ€ We worked at the mess â€˜til the last speck was gone Then, with her help, a mess free mix was born We dried it â€˜til hardened then dispensed it outside To the bees huddled tightly inside of their hives But wait, Iâ€™d forgotten the temp it had risen The girls were out in force on a hive cleaning mission I figured Iâ€™d just lift the top up for a peek. Drop the sugar in, and be gone tout sweet! It seems my good fortune extended well past the kitchen, just by lifting the top the bees, the bees changed their mission. It seemed now I was their focus as I ducked bobbed and weaved The Mrs. Iâ€™d angered but the Misses Iâ€™d peeved I left the scene screaming - a buzzing cloud quick in tow The girls didnâ€™t get that No really means NO! They kept up their assault for a good 30 yards Who knew that I could run that distance so hard? The assault lessened a bit but I kept up my guard I kept trying to outrun the girlâ€™s tiny barbs Once reaching the house I flopped down on the floor I wailed to my wife, â€œHoney!!! Shut and lock the door!â€ Resting now on the couch with Calamine and tea I couldn't help but wonder why I started keeping bee Oh well, lesson learned. Iâ€™ll not do that again Maybe by spring the bees and I will be friends My wife by the way recorded the whole darned boondoogle Its searchable, knowing her, on both Bing and on Google May your supers be full and so too all of your deeps Merry Christmas to one and all of my beekeeping peeps.